Eyes of the beholder

I look into women's eyes and they look into me.

The eyes cry 'Deborah'.

They see into me; they see Deborah inside me. No fooling them, no hiding Deborah from them. They see Deborah and Deborah sees them. Mirror Brother can only stand out of the gaze, or be pierced right through.

Deborah's appearance is all in projection. Lacking her own body, she manifests in those of other women.

This has nothing to do with actual other women, I know. What is the femininity that Deborah identifies with to them? I don't know. But to me it opens up a realm of deeper meaning, deeper pleasure, deeper potential. How do I utilise this realm, incorporate it into the rest of life, which - for better or worse -  cannot be abandoned? Difficult. But it's important, and it is definitely there.

Even more strongly Deborah is activated by the eyes of other crossdreamers. The invisible sisterhood. We see, we feel the deep truth in each others' femme identities. Here we do have a real sense of how each other feels. The selected avatar reveals the inner person more keenly than external appearance could.

The other reality. Come join me there, trans-sisters. x x